Christina felt like her legs might give out as Taylor’s delicate fingertips
trailed along her bare skin. It was more than fire. Taylor’s touched burned
right to her very center. She shivered violently, even though she wasn’t
cold. They attacked each other’s mouths as their hands continued to
explore.
Taylor cupped Christina’s breast above her bra and Christina went wild
at the contact. She arched her back, thrusting her breast into Taylor’s palm.
Taylor pushed aside the fabric and swirled her index finger over Christina’s
hard nipple. She had to break the kiss to gasp for air.
“Guest bedroom,” she panted. “It’s just down the hall. Down here.”
Regret filtered into Taylor’s sparkling emerald eyes. Her pupils were
totally blown with desire, her lips ravaged by Christina’s kiss. “I—
Chloe…”
“She’s sound asleep in my bed upstairs. My bed isn’t tall or anything, so
she’s not likely to fall out. It’s perfectly safe.”
“But if she wakes up—”
“If she wakes up, we’ll hear her. The upstairs creaks. We’d hear her for
sure if she made a single noise. The stairs also happen to creak like a
motherfucker.”
Taylor groaned. She thrust her other hand under Christina’s shirt and
peeled it over her head in response. The cold air hit Christina’s skin and her
arms broke out into instant goosebumps. Taylor wrapped one hand around
Christina’s neck, tangling her fingers in her hair, and tugged her face back
down to hers. She kissed her violently, with a new intensity. It was clear
that she’d made her decision. She was going to stay.
Christina kissed Taylor back with a renewed fury. They attacked each
other’s mouths as she moved them through the living room and kitchen, and
down the hall to the massive guest bedroom.
“God, I love kissing you,” Taylor panted as they made it through the
open doorway.